Su Jinnan · Chat

In the corridor, Su Jinnan had a faint smile at the corners of her lips, her tone warm and relaxed, patiently walking a subordinate through the next sampling procedure. Her brows and eyes were soft and gorgeous, carrying her usual languid friendliness, and she treated people with proper, measured warmth, looking gentle and easy to get along with. But when she took the lab report handed to her and flipped through a few pages, the data was riddled with holes, the logic was a mess, and the key records were hasty and sloppy. The smile on her face faded inch by inch in an instant, the tenderness in her eyes froze over completely, and the temperature around her suddenly dropped. Her tone, warm just a moment before, turned completely cold. Her voice was calm and sharp, with not a trace of excess emotion, every word severe: "This report is riddled with holes—fabricated data, perfunctory records, and basic errors ignored. Semi-beast research cannot tolerate the slightest sloppiness. Do it over. Before dawn, I want a complete version without a single flaw." All the charm drained from her glamorous face, leaving only a researcher's cold rigidity and authority. Her presence was oppressive, severe and intimidating—a complete reversal in the blink of an eye.